I could never hurt you
But when I see you
Babysitting that 5% drink
I swear I could-a hit you right there and then
And maybe I’m jealous or maybe I’m just selfish
But baby it hurts to see
When your hand on my wrist tells me not to take that shot
And 40 is my number
And I’ll kiss that dumb blonde right there in front of you
And I’ll kiss our old friend to watch you cry
And darling I love you
But it don’t sting right when your mouth is on mine and I can’t stand and I’m blind
And I know there are others,
Just like me
But I know I’ll miss my prime if I’m sober….
But I’m stuck in this body
And I’m stuck in this mind
And in the mirror my face is all blurry, broke and unkind
If they asked me on the wrong day
I could see myself
Writing my basketball diaries over again
I don’t know when to stop
My dearest, they try to help
But I just keep saying
I don’t need no one
And you don’t need me
I know I don’t look well
and I don’t feel it neither.